[ Her gaze lingers on Vriska long after Vriska herself has looked away. There are many things she wants to say, and perhaps later she will pry.
Her hands are back in the dirt, soil slowly but surely erasing a thin sliver of silver from the earth. ]
It feels a little like I'm burying him.
[ She says, quietly. Laughing a little because she thinks she might cry otherwise-- and the tears wouldn't just be for him, but for Vriska too. She's shared very little about her life and her motivations, but there is something in the way she speaks that feels so familiar and makes her feel like she understands just a little. ]
I hope we don't have to bury anyone else while we're here.
[ The knife is in the ground, and the dirt has erased any sign that it was ever here. Perhaps now Ukyo won't appear in her dreams anymore. Perhaps he will finally find peace somewhere. ]
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Her hands are back in the dirt, soil slowly but surely erasing a thin sliver of silver from the earth. ]
It feels a little like I'm burying him.
[ She says, quietly. Laughing a little because she thinks she might cry otherwise-- and the tears wouldn't just be for him, but for Vriska too. She's shared very little about her life and her motivations, but there is something in the way she speaks that feels so familiar and makes her feel like she understands just a little. ]
I hope we don't have to bury anyone else while we're here.
[ The knife is in the ground, and the dirt has erased any sign that it was ever here. Perhaps now Ukyo won't appear in her dreams anymore. Perhaps he will finally find peace somewhere. ]